Page 61 of Deception

Turning back, I give a thumbs down and Isabella nods, her arms wrapped around herself. “Back inside!” I shout, but she shakes her head. “Why not?!”

I realize the second time she shakes her head that she can’t hear a word I’m saying. Pointing back to the house, I start the grueling trudge back, reaching out for her hand.

It takes us twice as long moving uphill and into the wind.

By the time we make it back inside we’re both gasping for breath, sloughing off a thick layer of snow from our outfits.

“Fucking altitude,” I heave, my hands on my knees.

She laughs, stripping off another layer. “Well, that was pointless.”

“Valuable lesson, though.”

“Oh yeah? What’s the lesson? Snow is cold?”

I shake my head, making my way down through the kitchen still wearing several layers. The boiler room is out through a covered, but uninsulated hallway, in a separate building.

By the time we get all the way to the boiler room my fingers are numb.

Three tries later the thing finally kicks on, rattling to life.

“Oooh, fuel,thenchoke,” Isabella stifles a laugh.

“You’re worse than Adriano.” I clench my hands, thankful that I didn’t punch a hole right through the fuel tank.

I check the wiring, making sure everything is plugged in properly and selecting only a few of the breakers. We don’t need power to the whole house.

“I’m only giving us power to the furnace, some lights, and the hot water heater. It’ll conserve gas, that way.”

“As long as we have hot water. A shower sounds incredible.”

“Definitely.”

Stripping down as we go, we make our way through the house. We’re both shivering as I crank on the hot water in my shower.

The rest of our clothes pile against the door as steam starts to billow out of the spout and Isabella wraps her arms around me, our bodies reflecting warmth immediately. Without a thought, I pull her into a kiss, rubbing the skin of her back.

The water feels like needles when we step into the shower. Even before it heats all the way, it’s glorious, spraying from my overhead rain spout.

I feel Isabella’s nipples press into my chest, peaked and pebbled.

Rumbling softly at the feel of her naked body against me, I lick the edge of her ear, murmuring her name softly. The shiver and inhale of her breath tells me she’s just as eager as I am to get warm in another way.

She shoves me back into the wall of the shower, reaching down to grip my aching, erect cock. I immediately gasp, flexing and she pauses.

“Your hand isfreezing,” I hiss.

A little smile curls her perfect, pink lips as Isabella drops to her knees in front of me, the steaming water trickling down through her hair, cascading over her tits.

She looks up, licking her lips and my heart skips a beat.

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ISABELLA

The water scalds my skin, prickling, tingling.

It doesn’t compare to the fire of Alessandro’s skin, hot under my chilled hands. He's in my grip as soon as we get in the shower, gasping as I shove him back against the shower wall. Those deep, dark eyes light up, igniting something deep inside me again, stoking the already raging desire that he’s drawn out of me.

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